Wheyre teww scaore nowag gathyred, facys dour

“Thys is a thyrd wyrld cunffry” said nyewg

“I’ll tell exx-ohh, even theough it’s halvf jyw”

Thee ailemaden caem, to pour hym a drynk

All in one gulpp, he was a thyrsty chynk

Nyewg looeked tew his laeft, and sayd “Hae thyre..

“What’s yer nyrwoode, shaedn’t aysiennes half haire?”

“Oh ye bother spacepyrn, he olf byld nape,

“Because of kallmynn, aye cannae smell a graep”

“The kinder runne hyther and thithere, amok

My woife is a shryw, and raefuses t’cook”

Then a qoiet faell and a chyll was felt

DTP had arrivdt, his faece a’weldt

All kneww hys maellongoally was graetyst

He lived’t in soe-call, ere whyte boies aire fameis

He took frym his pockyt a tinctyre faire

He drinkst sunnie D, tis’ good fyr his haire

Spacepyrn got up frym his chaire wyth jyst a looke

“Faetch me some stewwe, yew infertaele gook”

DTP’s face had wrynklles, praemature

If yew thynke yee have worryes, he has myre

“I spaent thee day watchyng fobbes at starebycks,

Thaee love inne ignaerance, theows lycky fycks”

“I may naever knoeww love, i am a cukke

Caliee gyrls won’nae evyn give me a’ looke

Now ere I am a rancyd olde codgerr

Per’haps i’ll stabbe, as elliott rodgere"

Ere now the inne and its inhabitaents

All maed to flee, as they had pyssed thyre pants

Byt thee doore was barryd, chandlyr had comme laet

Asked he, “So yew’r aending it all, tewnyte?”

Just whenne it seemst that owr paerty was peril’d

From up abyve, therre caem a gryt heralde

A pywwmo of cammae and punc’t we’dinnae know

Dwyn fell 0.1 ETHs, lyke soft cryptaew snow

He lookst dwyn aepon us, and styrted to speake,

“Yew bicker lyke wimmen, are yew all twinkes?”

Tygythyr they craed “Fyck yew pywwmo baybee”

“Byt keepe drypping ETH, becaise it’s 180”

Naow we haeve cym tew thee ende of oure tale

Thinke onne these lessons, and love wythoute faile

Be naece tew eachothyr, d’nnae taell fybs

Keep eyes tew god, and remembyr FYCK LYBS

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